Nico neatly set the dining table. The dinner was quite special-his own handmade food. While cutting the last vegetable for the salad, he glanced at Celine who was sitting in the living room, busy with her cell phone. Calvin sat beside his mother, drawing something in his sketchbook.  

"Celine, dinner is ready," Nico called in a soft tone.  

Celine looked up briefly, raising an eyebrow. "I'm not hungry yet."  

Nico didn't give up. He knew Celine's coldness was a huge wall that he had to slowly break down. "If Calvin is hungry, don't you want to accompany him to eat?"  

Calvin immediately looked up, hearing his name being called. "Mommy,...